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In the heat of the flames, he wailed, forlorn,
His badge of courage made heavy as stone.
Golden, it shined once, a beacon so bright,
For truth, for justice, for all deeds upright.
“Why me?” He pleaded, voice weary, worn thin,
“Did I heed the wrong call? Was service my sin?”
But the demons kept sneering, the flames — reaching higher,
Despair dug deeper, undue guilt grew dire.
A cop — any cop — they said, is
Doomed to that Fall;
A salt-of-the-earth one, a total scumball.
“All dogs go to Heaven” — how bold of a play!
For Heaven’s doors never opened that day.